Sunday, August 7, 2016

Lacuna Inc.

Wondering whether I would
have you erased if that was a choice.

The elation of nights awake
versus the sad silent months.

The hours spent arguing casual intelligence
and deliberate stupidity.

How much of my grit
would suddenly be lost.

To tell of the person you made me
in the space of fifty-five words.

(Flash 55 Plus challenge over at the Imaginary Garden)

(I couldn't use the Plus word in the text, but I was driven by it. Lacuna Inc. is a fictitious firm in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind where people go to have troubling memories erased)

Friday, August 5, 2016

I am not afraid

Wolf, I am not. I will sit under a tree,write you poems,read you my favorite books.Come when you don't want tohurt me because you finallybelieve I mean no harm.Don't worry. When you tell menot to fall in love, I usually listen.Can we still laugh together?Can I hear about your days?Can I curl around your body occasionallyand sleep on your chest?Will you let me touch your scars?Tell me about how you got each of themfighting your way into becoming who you are.Wolf, do not hide your crazy from meor your sadness, or your anger. Go and call it darknessand I won't approach itif you are not by my side.Here’s today. I promise it’s all thatmatters if we write a story wewon't be ashamed of telling. How we do it, again and againchanging the beginning,because we cannot agree onwho approached whom first.Wolf, wake up.The most beautiful part of youis your path. Whether or not youwalk it out loud, let me do it with you.

Wednesday, August 3, 2016


I tell him I lose balance,
I am nauseous
and cannot breathe.

He likens me
to a will-o'-the-wisp
amongst the barks in a forest

and gently advises me
not fear the leaves
falling from the trees.

Sunday, April 3, 2016

Three or four years ago

It started out with words.

We were infatuated with
each other's thoughts,

so eager to occupy our minds with
each other's ideas

we would sit side by side at caf├ęs,
on boardwalks and spend hours

sipping from each other's psyche
before we harmonized silence.

"As we drank our tea, we chatted about our relatives, our childhood years, and our shared memories and we spoke ill of no one."
Orhan Pamuk, The Museum of Innocence


Trust child, this pain will
any time now
place you among the stars.